The next second, worried about being noticed by that person, Zhao Rong quickly turned his head away.
Yet, the familiar purple silhouette remained etched in his mind, refusing to fade away.
The ethereal halo of her light purple gown, her graceful familiar figure, attracting the side glances of those around with her aura… if not Qing Jun in her distinctively pure purple attire, then who?
Zhao Rong faced forward, looking straight ahead, but his eyes stealthily glanced right.
At the edge of his field of vision, the purple figure drew nearer.
Qing Jun was walking along a road to the right, heading towards this bustling intersection.
However, Zhao Rong noticed that she seemed unaware of him. Up until now, there was no sign of her turning her head in Zhao Rong's direction.
But if they continued walking without stopping, they would get closer and closer.
With Qing Jun's vigilance and vision, she would definitely see him once they were close enough.
